| Mesmerised by the arrow of time
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| We find solace in a horizon of a million pixels
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| This is an endless expanse of possibility
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| Futures unseen behind a veil of screens
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| So keep your eyes locked on 'em
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| I’ve given up, so plunge me headlong into the fray
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| Be my pain
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| And the ocean will sweep us away
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| Take my shame
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| And let us drown beneath the calling of our age
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| We wind our fingers through this vacancy
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| A message blown in the wind
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| Our voices call to rescind
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| Our distant sins
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| Help me to carry the weight of authenticity
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| Help me to carry the weight of authenticity
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| The ocean will sweep us away
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| I’ve been seeking the source of my dependency
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| Dredging the ocean of all of my infirmity
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| Scratching at the walls of my morality
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| Conspiring to break the best of me
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| Surely matching the path to oblivion, I
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| Can I keep wandering?
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| Can I keep waiting here?
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| Forever fearing the flaws of my humanity’s call
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| To repeat
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| Have you ever felt less authentic?
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| Have you ever felt less certainty?
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| Is the calling of the dawn of the end
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| Seeming as though it’s reaching out to me? |